I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie (Explicit) - DJ Khaled/Rick Ross/Meek Mill/T.I./Swizz Beatz/Diddy (吹牛老爹)

(feat Rick Ross Meek Mill T I Swizz Beatz & Puff Daddy)

DJ Khaled

I've been waiting for a long time (how long)

Real damn long time (how long)

I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)

Man

I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie

I'm feeling like these

Hating niggas waiting to get me

I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie

Sucka walk up on me talking like he know me

Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely

Down south ni**a talking jam pony

Rest in Peace to Uncle

Al he showed me my first Rollie

B**ches want to know me

Haters want to show me

But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets

Cop just pulled me over

Caught up in this thing

Take my case to trial

My juror Paula Deen

I know they hate a ni**a

But he's such a major ni**a

Tell the clip the 40 when C I A with us

305 them killas Ricky Ross the richest

Bel- Air on my table

I talk it then I live it

I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie

I'm feeling like these

Hating niggas waiting to get me

I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie

All of you starve and I eat fast

Moussain when I creep past

Blacked out I max out with

The same same watch on me chain

We killing niggas

No repass my momma got like 3 Jags

You talkin' bout how you ball ni**a

We really gettin' that street cash

Say old money new work

Smell the caine on my new shirt

My old g said strap up

And don't lay your head where you do dirt

And my momma said do school work

I was making that tool work

And niggas wanted me dead

With a whole lot on my head

Man they hit Big in the passenger

Hit Pac in the passenger

So I'm riding round with this Mac on me

And a bunch of shooters in back of us

Roll up and you a dead man

Head shot when we clapped ya

We sellin niggas to the murk em man

And I ain't talkin' bout Erica

I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie

I'm feeling like these

Hating niggas waiting to get me

I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie

Feel like it's me against the world

Bury me a g

My middle finger to the world

I'm gon' forever be a g

P**sy ni**a want a witness stay armed no Biggie

When we get busy no alarms just semis

We pour out a lil liquor

Throw it like straight ballers

We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call

Give a damn if you me West P

When somebody gotta die

We gon' march to the steps

They said Brenda had a baby

But she left it in the alley

One shot that playa hater

Now we going back to Cali

Hit the time ni**a I got a story to tell

My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die

And when we ride on

No more paint we go hard as sh*t

Why you complaining

And you wonder why we call you b**ch

It's an every day struggle ni**a me and my b**ch

It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get

Said f**k me warning and the gun don't blast

Give me the loot sorry ni**a one more chance

You know this sh*t don't stop

Keep these sucker under pressure

Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya

I ain't mad at

Ya ni**a can't see me

A paid thug ni**a

That's why shawty wanna be me

See a kid around around in your town

Kick in your door

I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough

More than you know

I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie

I'm feeling like these

Hating niggas waiting to get me

I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie

Ey yo how you gon' compare yourself to greatness

If you ain't ready to be great man

Ain't no more to it